Little Fairy Raiders Manual

Yang Yi envisioned a lot of daily life with Mu Qingzhou in his dreams. Although it seemed ordinary, it was a rotten passage in the human storybook, but as time went by, Mu Qingzhou could feel the power of his possession. With a physical body, every time he saw Yang Yi, the throbbing in his heart became more and more intense.

When this throbbing was about to reach its peak, a competition was held between the sects in the world of cultivating immortals in the dream.

Originally, Yang Yixiu was humble, and Li Fang didn't count him in, but Wenren Shu reported his private affairs, and with a flick of a pen, Yang Yi's name was included in the list of participants.

When Mu Qingzhou and Yang Yi met in the arena, Yang Yi had just won the first group and was preparing to play.

"It's clear that someone is targeting you."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it is recognized that I am a good-for-nothing." Yang Yi shrugged and didn't take it seriously, "Qingzhou, you have to cheer for me."

Mu Qingzhou felt himself rolling his eyes, but he said, "Yes, I will."

Yang Yixi smiled, and the gloom of being calculated before disappeared in smoke.

In the first scene, Yang Yi faced off against a fellow student who often bullied him in his dreams, and it must be the same in reality.

Maybe it was because of Wen Renshu's orders, but he didn't bother to stop at all, and he started viciously, and soon Yang Yi couldn't hold on.

Standing on the high platform next to the arena, Mu Qingzhou stood behind Di Jun with his hands behind his back, and every time he saw Yang Yi being beaten, his heart tightened.

He heard Di Jun chatting with Head Chou: "This disciple's cultivation is not good enough."

"Hey, this is Li Fang's disciple, and his predestined relationship with cultivation is a bit shallow, maybe that's how it is."

The conversation between the two came to Mu Qingzhou's ears very clearly, and he retorted in his heart: No, that's not the case!

But he couldn't speak, and just stared at Yang Yi who could only be beaten on the stage.

In the end, when Yang Yi couldn't support him to the end, and his opponent still didn't let him go, and wanted to give him a final blow, Mu Qingzhou was finally able to control this body, and flew off the stage, blocking Yang Yi's body. A long sword similar to ice blocked the blow.

There was an uproar.

"He has already lost, so why does Fellow Daoist want to kill him again?"

The opponent knew him, knowing that he couldn't offend him, so he clicked his tongue, looked at Yang Yi contemptuously, turned and left.

Mu Qingzhou hurriedly turned around and carefully helped Yang Yi up, saying, "I'll take you to heal your injuries."

As he spoke, ignoring the gazes of the audience and Di Jun's voice calling him, he carried Yang Yi and went to the room allotted to him.

No matter in the dream or not, Mu Qingzhou never wanted to see Yang Yi get hurt.

Carefully helped Yang Yi onto the bed and lay down, while Mu Qingzhou sat on the edge of the bed and rummaged through the wound medicine in his Qiankun bag.

Although Yang Yi was in pain, seeing Mu Qingzhou's concerned description and actions made him feel sweet.

After bandaging Yang Yi's wound, he fed him two elixirs that invigorate Qi and strengthen vitality. Seeing that Yang Yi's pale complexion gradually turned rosy, Mu Qingzhou heaved a sigh of relief.

"There will be a competition after Qingzhou, right? I'm fine, you go quickly."

Mu Qingzhou shook his head: "If I don't leave, someone else will come on stage. I... will guard you."

Yang Yi smiled and frowned: "Qing Zhou, you are so kind."

Then Mu Qingzhou felt Yang Yi struggling to get up, propped himself up and approached his lips, and kissed him lightly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, and didn't push himself away, Yang Yi grabbed Mu Qingzhou's shoulder and chuckled, "Qingzhou...do you hate me for doing this?"

Mu Qingzhou just gave him a neutral look.

His acquiescence gave Yang Yi courage, he held Mu Qingzhou's face, and kissed it again, this time directly covering his lips, sucking and grinding on his lips.

The two people's lips and teeth were entangled, and after their hearts were connected, they kissed inseparably. They didn't notice at all that there was one person standing outside the room, staring at the scene inside the room through the open window.

It wasn't until Yang Yi turned over, put Mu Qingzhou under him regardless of his injuries, and started to move his hands and feet, that the man realized it, stepped forward and kicked the door open.

"Yang Yi! You... shameless thing! What are you doing?!"

The two quickly separated, and Yang Yi raised his eyes, dissatisfied with being disturbed: "Brother."

The person who came here was really pleasant. He was originally ordered by his teacher to come and see Yang Yi's situation. By the way, he wanted to be a good person and separate himself from the relationship. Who knew he would break such a scene.

He pointed at Yang Yi tremblingly, and then at Mu Qingzhou, who was in a mess. After saying hello a few times, he turned around and strode out.

Yang Yi watched him go away, then turned his head to look at Mu Qingzhou, leaned forward and nibbled on his lips again: "As long as you are willing to stay with me, leave these matters to me."

Before the words were finished, the scene was shattered into pieces, and in a blink of an eye, Mu Qingzhou stood on the main hall of the Wuji Immortal Sect, kneeling side by side with Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is arguing with head Qiu.

He said that he and Mu Qingzhou were in love with each other and hoped that the head of the family would be successful.

Head Chou said that his cultivation base was low and he was not worthy of a genius in the world of cultivating immortals.

So Yang Yi swore on the spot that given him time, he would definitely stand at a height comparable to Mu Qingzhou's.

But head Qiu only gave him one year, and wanted him to retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"Okay! One year is one year! But during this year, you can't stop me from meeting Qingzhou."

The head of Qiu in the dream seemed to be very talkative, and readily agreed.

But one year did not allow Yang Yi to find a way to advance by leaps and bounds. During the period, the two secretly practiced together several times in the place where Yang Yi practiced. face, I feel that I can't look directly at Yang Yi after the dream is over.

Seeing that a year is approaching, although Yang Yi has improved in cultivation, he is still far behind Mu Qingzhou.

It just so happened that Wen Renshu proposed to Head Chou that he wanted to become a dual cultivator with Mu Qingzhou, and Di Jun also thought about it.

But in the dream, Mu Qingzhou's whole heart was on Yang Yi, so how could he give in so easily? When he saw Yang Yi again, he sat quietly by the side as usual and waited for Yang Yi to finish his week. , then said: "Ah Yi, let's leave."

Yang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then you have to think about it."

"If you don't leave, I will become a Taoist couple with Wen Renshu..."

"Let's go! Let's go today! I'll go back and pack my things right away!"

The two escaped from the world of cultivating immortals overnight, escaped several waves of pursuers, and settled in a safe corner in a deep mountain stream.

When the daily life was in order, Yang Yi put his arms around Mu Qingzhou after a certain night, and said softly, "Qingzhou, shall we get married?"

After all, there is a difference between a contract and a marriage.

Forming a contract is to support each other and practice together, and getting married is a vow to promise each other a lifetime of one pair.

Mu Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Yang Yi conceived every detail of the wedding in his dream perfectly. Although he and Mu Qingzhou were the only two, the whole mountain stream was dyed red with ten miles of red makeup.

Between heaven and earth, they made promises to each other under the witness of birds and beasts in the forest.

While the red candles were flickering, they drank the cup of Heshen wine arm in arm, their black hair tangled into concentric knots, entangled in love and thoughts.

They reflected each other into their own eyes, met each other frankly, and lingered until death.

They will walk hand in hand in this life, watching the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds rolling and the clouds relaxing, and the hands holding each other, for the rest of their lives.

When Mu Qingzhou opened his eyes, Du Xuan was wiping his tears with his sleeve.

Seeing him wake up, Du Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but was very curious: "What did you see, you suddenly cried."

He was still immersed in Yang Yi's dream.

Although Yang Yi's dream routines are extremely vulgar, it is undeniable that it is not easy for many people to spend a lifetime with the person they like.

Slowing down, Mu Qingzhou let out a sigh of relief: "It's nothing...how long have I been in."

"Not long, there is no time for a cup of tea."

In ancient times, there was a dream of Huangliang, which was wonderful and illusory, but now Mu Qingzhou is in Yang Yi's consciousness, accompanying him through the best life.

"But..." Du Xuan pointed at Yang Yi, "This kid doesn't look like he's about to wake up at all, he should be haunted by his own consciousness."

What is even more troublesome than Yang Yi's inability to wake up in his dream is that the magic breath brought by the blood of the demon god has already eroded half of Yang Yi's own consciousness.

"If he can't wake up... then the fusion of essence and blood will be regarded as a failure." Du Xuan flicked the blade, "One emperor is enough to make us troublesome, if Yang Yi is enchanted... we can only kill him on the spot. He beheaded."

Mu Qingzhou would not watch such a thing happen, the only way is to enter Yang Yi's consciousness again and wake him up from it.

But the Mu Qingzhou in Yang Yi's dream often moves according to Yang Yi's thoughts, and Mu Qingzhou himself will be greatly restricted when he enters.

Du Xuan pondered for a moment: "I have a solution, but it is very likely that you yourself will be trapped in his consciousness and cannot get out."

Mu Qingzhou said: "I always have to try."

Du Xuan sighed: "Jun Hua, he is really your robbery."

According to Du Xuan's instructions, Mu Qingzhou drew a trace of painstaking care between the stabs, and drew a complicated rune between Yang Yi's eyebrows.

When the last stroke was made, Mu Qingzhou's mind was pulled out, and along with the rune drawn with his heart's blood, he entered Yang Yi's subconscious again.

Of course, only Mu Qingzhou could do it. If it was Chengdu Xuan, he would still be blocked.

Just like before, the face of little Yang Yi appeared before Mu Qingzhou's eyes, and it started from the beginning of this dream again.

But this time, Mu Qingzhou used the body that was transformed with his heart and soul.

Encounter, friendship, and love, Mu Qingzhou looked at Yang Yi's dream again, and the inexplicable emotions in his heart intensified.

The bright red happy words reflected the candlelight, swaying, Mu Qingzhou's clothes were half untied under Yang Yi's body, and he exchanged a kiss with a mellow wine fragrance with his head up.

Yang Yi called him one after another, calling him Qingzhou.

Mu Qingzhou raised his hand to caress his side face, and asked him, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Deviating from the original plot, Yang Yi paused in the dream, showing a trace of confusion on his face.

"You asked me what my name was, but I didn't think it was necessary to tell you, so you gave me the name 'Mu Qingzhou' without authorization." Mu Qingzhou said slowly, "You said, there are trees, water, and Zhou, so call me Mu Qingzhou."

In the dream Yang Yi couldn't answer, and didn't know how to answer. He tilted his head and looked at Mu Qingzhou for a long time, as if trying to identify who he was, but no matter his face or breath, he was consistent with Mu Qingzhou in the dream, so In the dream, Yang Yi ignored his nonsense and slowly sank himself into Mu Qingzhou's body according to the established procedure.

Mu Qingzhou frowned in pain, but still said in a whisper: "You said that you wanted to find a safe place, but later you said that Duxuan's small courtyard is very good."

In the dream, Yang Yi began to move his waist.

"You said, after merging the blood of the demon god, he will become stronger than Duxuan, and he will be beaten on the ground."

It's getting faster.

"That pear tree is in bloom, it's pink and white, and it's so beautiful."

In the dream, Yang Yi was propped above him, and there was endless affection in his eyes, but after a long time, one would find a trace of numbness in them.

"Ah Yi." Mu Qingzhou smiled, "Let's go and see, shall we?"

Yang Yi's aura diffused inside Mu Qingzhou, and Mu Qingzhou released his aura, enveloping Yang Yi in his dream.

"Ah Yi, wake up, okay?"

In reality, Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and pulled Mu Qingzhou into his arms.

At the same time, the magic breath in the enchantment skyrocketed to a critical point.

He watched Mu Qingzhou in his arms slowly wake up, and smiled: "Qingzhou, we succeeded."

[The author has something to say: Shhh. . .I didn’t do anything (top the pot and run away)]